Returning Home

[Sporon]

*Sporon sits and leans back in his chair and puts his feet on the table* So I see there are still some drinkers round here after all *Pulls out a long wooden pipe from his pack and strikes a match to it* Well how bout we do some huntin out in the woods ? anyone game ? *Smirks at the expression he made bout someone being the game* cuz IM down to hunt ! Just start runnin ! *drank more than he thought and fell back completely knocked out and asleep* *snores*

[bow4lyf]

*bow had hum in his ears.. but he did crucially hear the word "hunting". He pulled out a silver coated brightly peacock fletched arrow darted with double stings.*

"Here i come!" *bow runs out the door, then quicky discovers no one is around him. He stumbles back into the Golden Gryffin and finds Sporon sleeping."

*bow puts marks on the counter shoving it toward the bartender* "please get this merry fellow your best suite. He had a tired journey"

[Warscott]

****** Sounds of wings flapping and a large beast landing can be heard through the tavern doors. A large black armor clad individual climbs off the old beast, pets the beast on the head, and makes his way toward the tavern door. He opens the door, forgets to duck, bangs his hand and falls straight to the ground. The size of the individual clearly marks that it must be a troll. He stands back to his feet and shakes his head as if trying to get his bearings back. The grey hair ever peeking its way through the black armor. He makes his way to the table of the sleeping dwarf and sits down across from him. *****

** Slapping the table loudly **

Sporon, do you remember old me. It's Warscott. Drunk or not, there is no way you can't tell its me even if I am 4 to 10 people right now.

[Xartamal]

[walks into the tavern..finds Warscott talking to a familiar man before..]
[stood still near the door and stares at the drunk man.. it took time until her recognizes Sporon..]

"is it? or is it not..the...yes...it is Sporon.."